“You.” Wataru barely had time to turn towards the voice addressing him before he was grabbed on the arm. The owner of said voice pulled him somewhat roughly to the side, away from the main hall towards the stairs to the roof. “Come with me,” Kazuki demanded without even looking back.

Wataru snorted, more a sound of amused annoyance than protest, and let himself be led up the stairs. Kazuki could be a real jerk sometimes, but he was only a jerk to Wataru and that made him Wataru’s jerk. In a strangely sick way, he found that endearing. Their joined hands bobbed in front of him whenever he looked down, metal clacking on metal where their hands were joined and he found that definitely endearing. Matching rings. Their matching rings, two tiny objects that had started the whole fiasco that was ‘them’.

Oh, what a buzz that had caused whenever their rings had switched from their right middle fingers to left ring-fingers. Both of them, on the same day, and neither of them making any attempt to hide the fact that they’d switched status. Rumors had still been floating around for weeks afterwards, and Wataru had been too giddily embarrassed, worried about what Kazuki would think, to either confirm or deny. Turned out that he didn’t have anything to worry about, as soon as one brave soul had worked up the courage to ask Kazuki straight out he’d confirmed it. He’d announced to the entire school, in a roundabout way but still effective since their school’s rumor mill put any intelligence agency to shame, that he and Wataru were most certainly going out.